The main question that I pondered in the last article was if I was ready to be a father. Now I get to see the answer. At least, I have proven that I can be the father of an infant; we will see how it goes when she is a toddler. Was I ready? Yes, and no. Yes, because my daughter is alive, healthy, growing quickly, and I also am happy and healthy. No, because I feel like I am bad at everything. I thought that things would come more naturally to me. It still feels awkward picking her up and trying to support her head. Changing her diaper is going better than the first one I changed in the hospital (that was stressful), but it sure takes longer than I feel like it should. I am constantly apologizing to my daughter as she cries as I change her diaper or her clothing because I am not efficient at it. When she cries, I put a binky in her mouth, and if that does not work, I am at a loss for what to do. I do not feel good at being a father.
There is an incredible thing in all my self-doubt. I am doing it! I had never changed a poopy diaper, yet I just did it without anyone coaching me how. I had never dressed a baby, yet I am doing it. Yes, it is not as efficient as it could be, but I am still doing it. How am I doing it? I do not have the slightest clue. It is just something that needs to happen, so I do it even though it I am not the best at it. An amazing attribute of humans is that the brain can do things it never has before when the responsibility is placed on a person to perform.